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Fortunately the wind was with
them, else it and the palace also would have been burned that night.
The Intendant still stood in his carriage watching and listening to
the cheers of the people. At last he beckoned to Doltaire and to
me. We both went over.
"Doltaire, we looked for you at dinner," he said. "Was Captain
Moray"--nodding towards me--"lost among the petticoats? He knows
the trick of cup and saucer. Between the sip and click he sucked
in secrets from our garrison--a spy where had been a soldier, as
we thought. You once wore a sword, Captain Moray--eh?"
"If the Governor would grant me leave, I would not only wear,
but use one, your excellency knows well where," said I.
"Large speaking, Captain Moray. They do that in Virginia, I am
told."
"In Gascony there's quiet, your excellency."
Doltaire laughed outright, for it was said that Bigot, in his
coltish days, had a shrewish Gascon wife, whom he took leave to
send to heaven before her time. I saw the Intendant's mouth twitch
angrily.
"Come," he said, "you have a tongue; we'll see if you have a
stomach.


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